As I grow older (on December 30th I turn 85), I find that simplicity is offering me new understandings and desires. I'm getting rid of stuff in the house; I've stepped away from commitments at church; I run the household as simply as I can; I'm not traveling alone any more. These all feel like natural evolutions.
What feels dramatically different, however, is my personal understanding of leisure. What used to be a break from my busy, productive life, I now consider as part of my life. Leisure is what I do, along with cooking, exercising, brushing my teeth… I simply figure out what I want to eat; I simple walk; I simply brush my teeth; I simply take leisurely moments. Less thought, less planning, less thinking. Hmm, maybe living simply, simply means being.